
Looking long
at another’s days —
so different,
and free.
But is the other
discontented —
looking with longing
at me?
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Looking long
at another’s days —
so different,
and free.
But is the other
discontented —
looking with longing
at me?
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Pausing to puzzle
as summer slides into autumn
like a melted popsicle —
where do the days
go? Continue reading

Texture of stone,
leaf and stem —
each vivid color,
a priceless gem.
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butterfly wisdom:
bask, stretch, play, nibble,
daydream
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raindrops reflect
returning sunshine
like blinding diamonds
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strung with free jewels,
even lily of the valley
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remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
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a garden bench
and warm sunshine are now
an exotic dream
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wishing for warm days
of soaking rain
and the scent of dahlias
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flower banks,
bees make withdrawals
rain makes deposits
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tart and sweet,
is remembering
summer
its warm fruit
was scented with sunshine
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